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The Scarecrow blinked repeatedly as soon as he viewed the Mad Hatter sitting at a table with his elbows on it. Did he want to know why there was sadness in his friend's eyes? He approached him. ''Cheer up. We should go on a crime spree.'' The Scarecrow watched while the Mad Hatter shook his head. He also saw a few cups of tea.

''I wish for a particular guest,'' the Mad Hatter said. He smiled. He stood as the Scarecrow stepped back.

The Scarecrow found himself scowling and wearing bunny ears while drinking tea.

''More tea, my March Hare?''

THE END